Milking the Milage

The weather is becoming bearable.  It's time to clock your walk.  Grab a paper and pencil, hop in the mini-van and figure out a few routes near your house.  If you can sneaker up and bound out the door, you are more likely to get your 3-4 miles a day in.  So, decide on your routes and set your odometer to zero in your driveway.  I chose three routes and now I know how far I'm hoofing it.  I'm doing the programs on the treadmill, which tear me up!

If you have a park or trail nearby perhaps a pedometer will help you track your milage.  In fact, here is a web site that gives you fun stuff to do with your pedometer Pedometer Fun . 


Listen, if you are out of shape, cardio exercise may be a challenge.  I've been on walking/jogging binges before, so I feel qualified to set down a few rules for you to follow.  

♥ ♥ ♥ Three Little Reminders...♥  ♥ ♥

1. When the going gets tough, remember THE MORE YOU DO THIS THE EASIER IT'S GOING TO GET.  If it feels hard, look forward, pick a sign or landmark that you can make it to.  The next day, try to make it past that, the next day try a speedier walk to it, work your way up to jogging to it.  I promise, if you keep it up there will come a day when your improvement blows your mind (and hopefully knocks your ass right off, right?)
2. If there are other people around, and you feel weird, nervous or self conscious, remember this is about you.  Screw them. This isn't about them.  You can do this. The sweatier and smellier and beastlier you get the better.  Remember we are working toward hottie level.  This is going to take some grossness. 
3. If you slip up, that doesn't make you a garbage bag.  It slows your path to your goal, so try not to do it, but a slip up just means you are learning.

I've been walking for a few weeks now and I'm amazed at how much less exhausted and whooped I am.  It's amazing how our bodies can recover from Cadbury Egg and milkshake abuse mixed with ample ass-sitting-on.  I haven't lost a lot of weight, because I haven't worked on a diet till TODAY!  At the same time, my clothes are fitting better around the thigh and waist.  Woot!

I can't wait to see what the diet part does for me and for you!
Kind regards, 
Rebecca

Sports Bras: More Support & Less Va Va Voom!

I want to talk a little about boobs.  IF you are blessed with perky  itty bitty titties, you have my permission to snicker at those of us who are well-endowed (because it's likely we've turned a few more heads with our cleave than you have, and the following will be sweet revenge.)

When I walk and jog my boobs tend to swing, bounce and eventually escape from my bra, causing double boob syndrome in the cleave, along with a lot of discomfort. My underwire gets sweat soaked and probably rusts.  I can only hope my tetnus is up to date because I'm likely to be punctured by that rusty wire one day.

In preparation for the exercise plan, I went to Maiden Form for a work out bra, which they do not carry.  So I did what most red blooded American women do in times of dire need. I went to the Wal-Mart Super Store.  Somewhere past the watermelons and before the basketballs I found a well picked over sports bra area.  

The Mart I was in was tres chic and had lights around the dressing room mirrors that shut off if you held still too long.  I found myself standing in the dark, shocked at how small my chest looked smooshed underneath sport band material.  And yes, before you begin wondering, I jogged in place to check out the bounce factor.  I liked the looks on the Medium Resistance bras, but the bounce prevention on the High Resistance was excellent.  

I also picked up a couple of work out tops which "wick away" moisture.  We shall see.  

Many years ago, I wore spandex bicycle shorts and tank tops, a jaunty pony tail and a Trek helmet and turned heads on Canandaigua Pier with my BFF Melanie.  Today, I wouldn't mind if a cross-eyed special-needs clerk checked me out in the grocery store, I would be flattered.  Let's see where this Summer Dress plan takes us, shall we?

Many kind and less bouncy regards,

RebeccaFlys